The Billionaire's Regret

Chapter 4: Forever a Playboy

Leena’s POV

This was the only option I had left. I exhaled heavily before pushing the door open with my hand on the doorknob. As the gentleman saw him, he sighed and concentrated on what he was doing with his laptop. “Sir….” I lowered my face. “You are here again, how can I help you this time?” He snorted, looking displeased. “I thought you saw my message last night.” I began but he didn’t respond to me. “Well, I’m here to ask for a loan. I promise to pay back before the deadline.” I said impatiently and he smirked in mockery before standing from his seat. “Leena, I know how I forced you last time before I could get my money back. The company almost fired me.” He grumbled, approaching me. I stepped backward. “Something came up last night which I explained to you,” I mumbled with a shaking voice. “And you are saying that thing won’t come up again?” He raised a scornful brow and I swallowed hard. “Mr. Mike, it’s just $500,000.” I spilled bluntly as his action was beginning to get me annoyed. “Just $500,000?” He laughed, turning his back on me. “Then go get it somewhere else.” He sighed and I quickly walked over to him. My hands were holding his legs as I knelt, staring at him with my weak sad eyes. “Please, I really need your help. This time, a life and someone’s future depends on him.” I begged desperately and he gave me a long look without saying a word. Inwardly, I prayed fervently that he would grant me a second chance or help me. I was a broken slave in distress. “I…” His eyes became cold and anxious as he looked through the transparent part of his door. I followed his eyes but ended up seeing a silhouette that walked away. I returned my gaze. “Mr. Mike.” I shook his legs. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

“Just this last time, I will help you.” He said after a deep sigh and I exhaled in relief. “Thank you very very much, sir.” My voice pervaded excitement and happiness. “But…” He began but fell silent. “But, what?” I raised an anxious brow. “If you don’t pay before this month ends, you must sleep with me.” He spilled bluntly, staring into my restless eyes. “What?” I gasped. “I can accept to pay 25% in return and not to pay with my body!” I refused strongly. “Does this mean you don’t want the money?” He raised a scornful brow, looking quite intimidating. He knew he had gotten me trapped. No matter how I tried to clean my eyes, they were still red and swollen. I cried my heart out because he was my only hope. “Do you have to go around downgrading my reputation?” I held the handrail, attempting to go upstairs when his statement stopped me. “What?” I faced him, giving him a disgusted look. “You heard me vividly. Why did you visit the loan sharks?” He smirked. “I even heard you were on the ground, wailing like a rejected prostitute.” He yapped before I could say a word. “I won’t let you taint my reputation or insult me in my face!” I warned him. “Do you have any dignity left?” He rolled his eyes. “I’m your husband, Leena. You should ask me for help rather than begging strangers!” He sounded annoyed and angry. I smirked, darting a cold look at him. “Point of correction, you are my ‘contracted’ ‘fake’ husband and you have no right to trample on my private life,” I warned him seriously. “But I want to help you, can’t you trust me and rely on me? That’s the reason you married me, wasn’t it?” He raised a brow. “I married you for my family and never for my sake. Besides, I can never rely on a man who still toys around women. I don’t even know when you might dump me.” I lashed at his face and he fell silent. There was a brief pause. “So, do not ask for my needs or help me because I don’t need it. As I have said earlier, let’s mind

each other’s business.” I said curtly. “Really?” I didn’t wait to answer his question as I stormed back to my room. Before going to bed, I took out my phone and sent him a message. “[I’m up for it. Send me the money.]” It didn’t take up to three minutes since I sent the message and my account was credited with $500,000. I had a mix of bitter-sweet feelings as I fell on the bed, closing my eyes. The following evening, I woke up to the noise coming from downstairs. I had been so stressed that I hadn't been able to have a good sleep and just when I wanted my peace, something was cooking downstairs. I walked downstairs in annoyance. “Can you turn down the ….?” I stopped talking, stunned at a spot when I saw James, my so-called fake husband f*cking a stranger on our armchair and the other was suckling his nipple. “What is going on here?” I yelled in anger and disgust, and he didn’t stop. He used his hands to claim the stranger’s ass. I looked at him in ultimate disbelief. “James? What is this?” I questioned him again. “Jamie, is she another whore?” They laughed and she faced me. “C’mon, come and join the party. He has new styles.” She gushed. I shook my head continually. Was this the man my dear sister was madly in love with and wanted me to divorce? This was enough reason to divorce him as he was doing it in my face, without RESPECT! “James! I hate you!” I squealed in anger, for the fact that he screwed the woman hard and ignored me. “Wanna join?” That was the next annoying statement that escaped from his mouth and I was taken aback. “What?” I curled my lips, my eyes already turning red. “I know this is all a contract but can you have respect for me?” I made a comeback, “Why do you have to bring ladies to the house and have sex in my presence? Am I that of a fool to you?” I yelled at his face and he pulled his cock from her.

I exhaled, feeling relieved that he had understood me but it was the opposite. The other lady quickly took his cock into her mouth and suckle it while moaning. He grunted, closing his eyes briefly. “This is insane! You are worse than a man, James!” I hissed. “Mind your business, don’t interrupt me.” He furrowed a brow, staring at me. “What? Is that all you have to say to me?”